About two years ago I began to suffer the greatest series of cluster headaches I have ever had. These are related to, but not exactly like, migraines and are also called suicide headaches. They can be extremely debilitating and people have been known to kill themselves from them. Fortunately I do not suffer to that extent -- but they are bad.
While I was leading trips in the Mojave, I went to see an eccentric artist friend of mine who lives on the edge of Death Valley. I mentioned my headaches to her. She said, "I am a hands-on healer and I can help you."
"Well I don't have time right now I have to go meet my other group."
"It only takes a moment."
Ok, I had nothing to lose. She uncrossed my legs, had me sit erect, closed my eyes and as I sat still on a worn out folding chair in the hot desert heat. She put her hands on my head, said some things I could not understand, brushed rapidly downward several times and that was it. Fifteen seconds, max.